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Post by demikara on Nov 19, 2019 19:33:56 GMT -6
The most interesting part of being a Ratatoskr is that you could go places no one would expect. For instance, Molly was now standing on a planet apparently called Xuclite. And it was a world wildly different than what she preferred. Back home, she preferred either her home land or the fae lite version of the world she had met her wife in. Here? Here was wildly different. Space travel was a thing. It was amazing! She kind of wanted to go travel on one of the ships herself.
Right now, she was looking around the market, cheerfully making certain her outfit blended in with a quick glamour. Otherwise, they looked like humans, for the most part, and she blended in fairly well. It was nice. She didn't have any of their money here, which was a problem but could work around that. She knew perfectly well how to.
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Post by Circe on Nov 19, 2019 19:56:22 GMT -6
The dusty market was a hive of activity, with vendors hawking their wares, each claiming to have the better deal on everything from central control chips to map crystals garunteed to work with even the most rudimentary ship's displays. "Thirty brins." A blue haired woman said nearby, clearly in the middle of a intense argument with one of the vendors.
"Sixty and I throw in two brand new control chips." The vendor argued, clearly thinking that this was someone he could swindle out of a good day's wage.
"Your control chips are corroded and this part is barely worth fifty brins!" The woman argued back, gesturing crossly to the stack of parts. To the untrained eye it just looked like a pile of junk, worth only scrap value, but for someone like Harkov it was potentially salvagable parts to fix her shuttle.
"Come on lady.. I'm trying to run a business here!" He replied motioning to the next customer to step forward and pay. "If you were trying to run a business, your control modules wouldn't be missing half their fucking diodes." Harkov argued. "Twenty and I don't tell half the market your a thief."
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Post by demikara on Nov 19, 2019 20:01:58 GMT -6
The blue hair caught her attention and Molly wandered in that direction and watched the bartering with a grin. "I think I'm with her. Those look broken." She didn't have to be an expert to have a decent idea. "Twenty is generous." Twenty what, she didn't know. But it was definitely generous. They looked to be in sorry shape. She looked the pile of junk over and shrugged. She had no clue what she was looking at. That didn't mean she couldn't cause a bit of mischief.
With a twitch of her finger, she changed the color of the merchants hair to a neon red. She probably shouldn't. Magic should be subtle in non-magic areas. But the glamour would fade quickly.
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Post by Circe on Nov 19, 2019 20:16:50 GMT -6
"They aren't broken." The man huffed irritably, assuming that the two were somehow together. The idea of being ganged up on and by women no less wasn't something he was going to stand there and take. "They're just... missing a few things, which if either of you knew anything you'd realize that's normal. Most of my customers want to slot their own components in." He added dismissing the pair with a wave of his hand, but not before Molly had her fun.
"That's the same thing as broken you bastard!" Harkov blurted out incredulously. The man's hair changing color suddenly was shocking and she hadn't yet connected it to Molly. She assumed that the man had installed some sort of bio hack mod that allowed the vendor to change his hair color dependant on the mood. But it was the distraction she needed. While the vendor started screaming obscenities about how his hair was now an unlucky color and how it would ruin business Harkov took the opening.
"Yoink!" She said mostly to herself as she plucked the part out the man's hand and offered a rude gesture as payment before leaving.
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Post by demikara on Nov 20, 2019 9:06:26 GMT -6
"Did you seriously just say yoink?" Molly asked, following Harkov curiously. It occurred to her she should probably say something about the stealing, but frankly, she wasn't from here. For all she knew, it could be commonplace. Besides, the part looked like junk. It can't have been worth much at all. "I like your hair by the way. It's very bright." It looked happy, which she approved of greatly. Molly wondered what she'd look like with bright blue hair and decided to try it out with a glamour.
She'd probably have everyone here confused by the end of the day, but that was half the fun of being her.
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Post by Circe on Nov 20, 2019 16:14:19 GMT -6
Harkov tried to looked shocked and offended at Molly's question, but failed miserably only looking mildly annoyed. "When uttered in conjunction with taking an object, transfers ownership to said yoinker. Didn't anyone ever teach you that?" She asked as she pushed her way through the crowds. Being long gone and somewhere else before the vendor realized what had happened would be ideal, but it was difficult with Molly following her around.
"You have a problem? You a cop? No? Then go find someone else to bother." Rei said making a dismissing motion with her hands.
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Post by demikara on Nov 20, 2019 16:24:46 GMT -6
"That sounds like complete nonsense. I'm going to have to use that one day." It made absolutely no sense and she loved it. Molly followed cheerfully. "And I've decided to follow you for a bit. You're a good deal more interesting than most of the people here." She had been people watching and had been largely unimpressed. The people here were boring, which was annoying because it was a whole new world.
The most exciting thing was that they didn't all look the same. She had been in places like that, and it was weird. Molly grinned. "Besides, I'm broke, so it's not like I can do anything that requires paying."
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Post by Circe on Nov 20, 2019 16:33:50 GMT -6
"Absolutely not, go find someone else." Rei said shaking her head. That was the last thing she wanted, to bring someone back with her. Then the other mentioned that they were broke as if that would encourage her to change her mind. "Not my problem." She pointed out. Getting out of the city and off world was looking more and more difficult with her newly acquired shadow.
"I have things to do that do not include.. whatever kind of people you are."
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Post by demikara on Nov 21, 2019 7:39:04 GMT -6
"I'm a me kind of person." She said cheerfully. "The only one of my kind here." More than likely at least. The odds of another fae ratatoskr coming here at the exact some time was vanishingly low. "Probably the last of my kind in the entire universe." Almost definitely in fact. Of course all of that did rather make it sound like she was the last of her race didn't it? Well, that wasn't true but it was always fun to tweak a nose now and again. Molly quite enjoyed insinuating one thing while meaning another. It was a favorite activity.
"And it's not like you can actually stop me from following you."
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Post by Circe on Nov 21, 2019 12:08:06 GMT -6
"Nice sob story." Rei snorted not believing in it for a minute. Those seemed to be a dime a dozen, and more than likely to be false. "Look I'm not here to make friends," She started to say before a series of shouts pierced through the noise of the market. Local law enforcement had wasted no time in tracking down the pirate and her newly acquired shadow.
"Shit! Run!" Harkov swore vividly, pushing Molly aside and starting for the market entrance. Apparently the local cops were on the same side as the vendor, who in efforts to save his own skin turned the pair in. Molly in their opinion was as equally guilty as Rei.
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Post by demikara on Nov 21, 2019 14:38:36 GMT -6
It did sound like a sob story didn't it? It really wasn't. She was a traveler. She traveled, she took notes, made recordings and transferred them all back to the central authority for other Ratatoskr. They weren't mapping, not really, but they were getting an idea. Different branches had different types of world on them. This branch was known for spacefaring worlds and she had chosen to come here because of the change of pace. "I didn't steal anything." She pointed out cheerfully, though she took off running as well.
The prisons here couldn't hold her. Probably. But she wasn't eager to see what happened to prisoners before they were put into cells. If they were put into cells. One place she had been cut off the hand of accused thieves, so she wasn't too eager to try her luck here.
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Post by Circe on Nov 21, 2019 15:49:07 GMT -6
Rei didn't say anything to Molly and was clearly focused on getting out of the market without the other in tow. It would be best that they go their separate ways instead of wind up in some mad man's idea of a jail. Frontier jails weren't exactly something to write home about, and while they were a tiny bit more civilized than other places, they still weren't a place a person wanted to find themselves. In her defense, the man was a crook in selling bad parts and charging more than they were worth. The problem just happened to be that it was people like that that tended to make the rules on the frontier, and if you weren't willing to challenge them you wouldn't last long.
Rei had challenged the rules and while she understood the price, she didn't have any desire to pay it today.
Skirting a stall selling much more of the same, she continued to look for an exit away from the tangled mess of booths with vendors and their wares.
"There's one of them! Get 'er!" The officers shouted as Rei clambered up and over a stack of shipping crates, and made a jump for wall surounding the market.
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Post by demikara on Nov 22, 2019 7:40:07 GMT -6
Molly could keep following the other woman, or she could take a break through the crowd and change her glamour. Given things didn't look so hot for the other woman, Molly veered into the crowd, made sure she was surround, and changed her glamour completely, skin lighter now and hair a lovely blond. She even changed her face some. Confident she lost the guards, she slowed to a walk and wondered if she ought to try and find the other woman. Molly had rather helped her steal something, even if it was only by acting as a distraction, however inadvertently it was.
Well, it wasn't like she had anything better to do. Molly left the market and cast a spell to locate the other, intent on bothering her some more.
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Post by Circe on Nov 22, 2019 13:03:25 GMT -6
Molly's spell would lead her to a small clearing not far from the market where Rei's shuttle sat. Around the shuttle were various canisters and trunks each in a different state of open and disarray. Tools were scattered across the rocky ground and the distinct smell of burning ozone and hydraulic fluids permeated the air. "Specter, I need a report on our current weather window." Rei demanded. She was on her hands and knees, with almost half her body in what looked like the rear engine compartment of the shuttle. Clearly something was wrong and needed fixing, but what was always the question.
With her preference for older tech and vehicles, it was amazing that she wasn't stranded like this more often. But she continued to insist that the things were reliable and the parts were cheap.
"Our current weather window opens within 48 hours local standard time and will last for 12 hours after the initial opening. It appears that there is a rather large storm due to hit the area, and I would suggest that you opt for launch at the end of the window.The ship's orbital position will be closest then." A small holographic ghost floated nearby, looking rather indignant at being used for a glorified weather station. In it's opinion, it could be doing so much more than answering every dumb question that came out of it's mistress's mouth.
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Post by demikara on Nov 22, 2019 13:13:15 GMT -6
"Oh neat, a ghost!" The voice would be familiar, even if everything else had changed, including the color of her clothes. When she wanted to go incognito she definitely could. "You're kind of hard to find by the way." She was also waist deep in...something. Molly wasn't sure what. She didn't think she wanted to know. "But I'm kind of hard to shake." There were reasons she was a good officer. A good chunk of it was her fae training, but it was what it was. She watched curious.
Well, she supposed this is why the other needed the part. "So how are you going to fix that with a broken part?" It was broken after all, and now it was stolen too. That was an interesting combination.
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